Here’s a question. What do you do if you can’t kill yourself but you can’t live either? Wait, I suppose.
I think about killing myself every day. Have done for the last two years.
I think of ways to make it look like an accident, so those who care, and there are a few, wouldn’t feel so bad. But then, dead in an accident or dead because you shot yourself, I don’t know that there’d be much difference.
I can’t go on living. I’ve got MS, and I’m basically crippled, but that’s probably not the worst thing.
My family are about to swoop in to […]
